Centorea did her best to ignore the difference in their chest sizes - which was difficult, as she was used to being the more endowed one - and they began to eat together like actual friends. Or something close to that, she figured. Centorea was unsure of what else to add to this odd conversation, so she was content to eat in silence. After all, she had to prepare herself for whatever curveball Kotomi would throw next.

But as Centorea ate, she had yet to realize a smile had taken place on her face. For all the oddities of this luncheon, it had turned out well, and she'd gained a friend. Who could ask for anything more? Even her annoyance at being fed began to diminish over time. This was something she could get used to.